Office became the last thing on their minds when she locked the door and pulled him onto that rumpled bed. Saggy but swinging tits smothered his mouth as she ground down, nails digging into his back. He tried to breathe between thrusts but her thighs were iron bands around his neck—no escape. Cum shot up her throat while one hand fisted her hair and the other squeezed a tit so hard it left marks. The desk lamp flickered like a warning: This isn’t over.